I suppose the fact that I dropped my hair brush in the toilet first thing this morning should have been some sort of indication of the day I had ahead of me.
Before I continue, because I know it will be bugging you and distract you from the rest of this post if I don’t clarify; yes, the toilet had been flushed when my hairbrush fell into it. And yes, I did retrieve it.
I am always full of beans on Fridays. Not because I am some kind of party animal- trust me, my weekends are mostly spent chilling at home. But there’s just something about Friday that puts me in a great mood.
Not so much today. And it had nothing to do with the toilet hairbrush incident.
After years of trying to help someone close to me, I have had to accept that our friendship is irreparably damaged. This week has been the final nail in a coffin I have been struggling to keep open, in the hope that things could go back to the way they were.
But it looks like I’m only hurting myself in the process.
There’s only so much good you can wish for a person, and by that I mean, you can’t want something FOR someone if they just aren’t bothered about going for it themselves. And there’s only so much one can take when the person you tried to help just keeps taking the piss and taking you for granted.
So it hit me this morning as I was getting ready for work, wondering what the hell to do with my hair (seeing as I had no hairbrush anymore), that this was it. I was not going to let someone’s self-centered behavior affect me anymore. I just have to wish them well and move on, and hope that they don’t continue to alienate everyone who cares about them.
I also need to get myself a new hairbrush.